i am leftover sleep in my eyes
2:30 cheese sticks
and the google translates of my mother tongue
i am the girl who never finished first grade
round trusting eyes
and words too complicated for your time
i forget strums
and chords
and my fingers can’t always press them down
but they’ll keep counting
the things
i am
for the many times i’ve forgotten how
juniper child these moments when the figments of your mind align with an orbiting truth when the sun is ruthless in hugging all that is stained with disobedient chatter or flattered with wind kisses c
now when i want it when i want it now i want astronomical yet, your, tastefully casual so i understand but and i understand but cause i understand but learning to not have control is something i’ve co